Old Labs are very comforting dogs. Hug you Lab; they're as close to
human as dogs get. They seem to have an inbred exuberant sadness that
fits most calamities. Morgana le Fey, my last Lab, knew more about my
moods than I did. Used to love to take her sailing with me in the
Boston Whaler-Sailer on the Severn River. I think she enjoyed it more
than I did, hanging her head over the gunnel and sniffing the air as
though we were tooling along the interstate in a Jaguar at 86 miles
per.

On Sep 6, 2005, at 10:54 AM, Johnson Cyndi D Civ 95 CG/SCSR wrote:

Thanks to everyone for the sympathy about my Roxie. Our labrador has
been
taking advantage of suddenly being the only dog in the family, so
we're not
lacking in doggie attention at least. It helps us, as your comments
also do,
to remember the good times and not just the sad end.
Between Roxie and watching news about Katrina I spent most of the long
weekend being alternately sad and outraged. But I did manage to get
out into
the ornamental garden and do some cleanup. Weeding is usually a tedious
chore but this time it was somewhat therapeutic. The soil is looking
pretty
good, lots of earthworms. Bees are very busy on the salvia and allium
flowers, and there seem to be at least 3 or 4 hummingbirds in
residence.
There's way more work out there than can be done in a few hours but I
managed to ignore the big picture and be satisfied with cleanup of one
little patch. It was good.

Cyndi

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